than allow her friends to pay her way."

"There must be some way," Grace said speculatively, "and some day we'll
find it out."

"Sometimes I feel as though I had earned my college money too easily,"
confessed Anne. "The work I did on the stage wasn't work at all, it was
pure pleasure. Ruth Denton's work is the hardest kind of drudgery."

"But think how hard you worked to win the scholarship," reminded Grace.

"That was work I loved, too," replied Anne, shaking her head
deprecatingly over her own good fortune.

"Never mind," laughed Grace. "Just think of how hard you might have had
to work if you hadn't been a genius, and that will comfort you a
little."

"Grace, you are too ridiculous," protested Anne, flushing deeply.

"Anne, you are entirely too modest," retorted Grace. "Come on, little
Miss Nonentity, let's go to bed or I won't get up early enough to-morrow
morning to see Mabel Ashe before my first recitation."

"All right," yawned Anne. "To-morrow night I must stay in the house and
write letters. I've owed David a letter for a week. I wonder why Nora
and Jessica don't write."

"They promised to write first, you know," said Grace.

"If we don't hear from them by Saturday we'd better send them a postcard
to hurry them up. Let's go down to that little stationer's shop
to-morrow and see what they have. I must find one that will suit Hippy's
peculiar style of beauty."

Laughing and chatting of things that had happened at home, a subject of
which they never tired, Grace and Anne prepared for bed.

The next morning Anne awoke first. Glancing at the little clock on the
chiffonier she exclaimed in dismay. They had overslept, and there was
barely time to dress and eat breakfast before chapel.

"Oh, dear," lamented Grace as she slipped into her one-piece gown of
pink linen, "now I can't go to see Mabel until after luncheon. How
provoking!"

But it was still more provoking to find, when she called at Holland
House, late that afternoon, that Mabel Ashe had made a dinner engagement
with several seniors and had just left the house. "What had I better do
about it?" Grace asked herself. "Shall I put it off until to-morrow or
shall I take matters into my own hands? It's only four days now until
the reception, and those girls may do a great deal of talking during
that time." She paused on the steps of Holland House and looked across
the campus toward Stuart Hall. "I'm sure I heard some one say that both
Miss Wicks and